The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

Looking at the old man, Jons stepped forward excitedly: "Uncle Yang, why are you here in person to wait for me?"

Yang Hao didn't wait for Jons to come to his side, so he turned and walked towards the depths of the palace.

And explained casually: "It is the master who wants to know the real situation outside as soon as possible, so he sent this old man to wait here."

"Master Jons, hurry up, don't delay the master's rest time."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Jons didn't care about Yang Huan's attitude at all, and quickly followed his pace.

With the speed of two 30th-level genetic fighters, it took about a quarter of an hour to stop outside the door of a study.

Yang Hao knocked on the door a few times very rhythmically, when he heard a deep and deep voice coming from the speaker at the door.

He stepped aside and motioned for Jons to go in by himself.

Jons clasped his fists and saluted Yang Hao, and then he opened the door and disappeared from the latter's sight.

After the door was closed again, Yang Ge turned his back to the door and stood quietly, listening to the surrounding movement vigilantly with his ears.

Inside the door, Jons pushed the door and went in. After closing the door, he carefully crossed the main hall and the wing room, and finally came to the core of the office.

In the spacious and bright core area, there is a noble and luxurious desk with a domineering chair behind it.

Sitting on the seat was a young man full of heroism, with a handsome face and deep eyes.

The man was wearing the most advanced headset, and his eyes fell on countless light screens.

Swipe your hands quickly and leave your own handwriting chicly.

Send out orders, or appointments, or instructions, or reward and punishment documents through these light screens.

On the tall walls around, there are also countless light screens showing the timely situation of various regions of the interstellar.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the man put away the light screen in front of his eyes and looked up at Jonce.

"injured?"

The faint smell of blood caught the man keenly, and he couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly.

"My lord, I almost came back with my life this time."

As soon as Jons saw the man who was not angry and arrogant, he rushed over, "You have to make up for the losses I have suffered, both mentally and physically."

The man didn't wait for Jonce to rush over, he set up a defensive barrier three meters away from him, and sent him three words in disgust: "Get out of here."

"My lord is so cruel."

Jons tried his best but couldn't get close to this man, so he complained, "I was injured because of your great cause of destroying beasts."

"speak politely."

The man ignored his coquettish and cute, cold and irrefutable opening.

Seeing this, Jons didn't dare to continue playing tricks, so he had to report in detail what he saw and heard during his trip.

At the same time, he took out a detailed work report from his personal pocket—to be precise, from his storage space and handed it over.

He said in a very doggy manner: "My lord, this is the detailed report of this mission, please read it."

"Well, you go back and rest."

The man snapped his fingers, and a robot appeared out of nowhere to retrieve the report from Jons for him.

"Yes."

Jons didn't dare to stay any longer, and after handing over the things to the robot, he turned and walked out.

"Go into the treatment cabin and stay for a while, don't leave any sequelae."

Seeing that the other party was about to leave the office, the man said lightly behind him, "Next time I have a task, I hope you can do it better."

"receive."

When Jons heard this sentence, he immediately laughed like a fool.

"Uncle Yang, I'm coming out."

Opening the door of the office, Jons still had a smile on his face, and leaned into Yang's ear and whispered, "When are you going to find a mistress for the lord?"